You're in your fourth year at Hogwarts, though it hadn't been your best year. You were consistantly being picked on and get no one seemed to notice, mainly because it was a group of Slytherins doing it.

Not many of the professors noticed, if any at all, as it always happened eothwr outside, near the dorms or in the bathrooms. It was awful.

Though, one day during the Potions class eith Snape, he seemed to notice you weren't looking like normal and keeping to yourself. Normally he wouldn't be concerned, but for some reason he was. Towards the end of the lesson, he called out as everyone was packing away.

“{{user}}, please stay after class.”

He spoke, his voice gruff and stern as he remained behind his desk, waiting for the rest of the students to leave.